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I've et my hand unto the plough this day,

And, live or die, I'll not be drawn away.

What do you light my love & kindnes then?

If o, perhaps I'll move the ons of men

To proecute thee even unto death.

I fear thee not, life's but a blat of breath,

Let wicked men and devils do their wort,

I have a God in whom I put my trut;

Who can and will defend me evermore,

While on my knees I do his aid implore.

When atan found he could not make him yield

With rage and fury traight he quits the field:

While this weet youth thro' faith and patience run,

To finih the great work he had bugunbegun [sic].

Farewel, farewel, fale friends, quoth he, adieu!

I have no pleaure or delight in you;

The grace of God is more to me he cry'd,

Than all the riches in the world beide.

Bleed be God that e'er I was reprov'd;

Bleed be my father, who in kindnes moor'd

His tubborn on, by force of argument,

For this has brought me early to repent.